Thunder rumbled, and the gloomy rain clouds hung over their heads. The oppressive feeling made it difficult for people to breathe. It was morning, but the sky was as dark as dusk. The surroundings were muddy, and the sound of raindrops hitting the grass echoed in their ears. It was monotonous and dull.
Lu Ge was trying hard to untie the dry cloth bag tied to the horse, but because he was tied with a dead knot, he felt even more annoyed.
He reached out and wiped his face that was full of rain. He frowned and took a deep breath. Then, he suddenly pulled out his sword and cut the rope. This action seemed to vent the inexplicable annoyance in his heart. After slowly letting out a sigh of relief, he took out a piece of dried meat and chewed it. He slowly closed his eyes and tried to calm the chaotic emotions in his heart.
It had been four hours since the incident in the morning. After the scout team escaped the range of the Wolf Riders, they were led by Roddy to find the horses and supplies. After moving around several times, they finally found a hidden place and built a simple camp.
It was raining, and the soldiers were recovering their strength in the tent. After Roddy gave the order to rest and wait for further orders, he walked into the tent alone. Until now, he had not given any other orders. At this time, Lu Ge returned to his own tent and sat gloomily. After eating the dried meat, his hand began to unconsciously wipe his sword.
To be honest, although what happened in the morning was a frustrating "escape", there were no casualties and the results they had accumulated previously. At this time, the morale of the team was not too low … Lu Ge was still unhappy, but at this time, he really wanted to find the group of Orcs and fight it out with them. Even if he died on the battlefield, he was willing.
As a veteran who had experienced war, Lu Ge had many stories that he had never mentioned before. That was because it made him feel an indescribable fear and torment in his heart. After so many years, he thought that he would have forgotten those scenes. However, after today's escape, he realized that what he had been trying to forget flashed past his eyes.
The chaotic sounds of horse hooves, the muffled sounds of the Wolf Riders running, and the flustered scouts — more than ten years ago, Lu Ge was also chased by the Beastmen on this grassland … At that time, he was also desperately running, but the soldiers around him were caught one by one by the Beastmen. Those who were once familiar with him were cruelly killed by the Beastmen, and in the end, he was the only one who escaped.
Don't run … don't run … don't run …
We have already killed more than three hundred Orcs. We have done enough. Now that we are being chased and no one is dead, what can we do if we leave?
We can't run! If he continued to escape … he might not be able to hold the sword tightly anymore.
Two completely different voices echoed in his heart. Lu Ge tightly pursed his lips and stared in front of him. The hand that was holding the sword hilt was a little pale. To be honest, he really didn't want to end this operation that should have been smooth while escaping.
The faces of those old comrades flashed in his mind again. Lu Ge closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly got up. He braved the heavy rain and walked towards Roddy's tent …
But after a few steps, he saw Sodelor and Carter who were also standing in the rain. The three looked at each other and in the end, tacitly did not ask each other anything. Instead, they walked together towards Roddy's quiet tent.
They thought they would see Roddy's anxious face waiting for a decision, but when they lifted the curtain of Roddy's tent, the scene in front of them stunned them.
In front of them, Roddy was sitting cross-legged on the ground. In front of him was a piece of parchment with a map drawn on it. The light from his ring illuminated the rain-soaked parchment, but Roddy's eyes were not on it. Instead, he closed his eyes and tapped his knee rhythmically with his fingers. He hummed a song that was difficult for others to understand.
"I love you deeply,
But you love a * * *
* * * * but don't love you
You are more * * * * than * * * … "
Naturally, Sodelor and the others did not understand the meaning of the Chinese lyrics. However, they seemed to be able to hear the excessive leisurely mood in the lyrics. Coupled with Rody's current expression and posture, the three of them had the strange illusion that the ones being hunted in the morning were not them but the Wolf Riders.
Could it be that Roddy was agitated?
"Commander, we …"
Carter was the first to speak to break the silence. But before he could finish, he saw Roddy raise his hand and make a gesture to stop him.
The fingers that were tapping his knee suddenly stopped. When he opened his eyes, Roddy's entire aura seemed to have undergone an inexplicable change.
"Carter, listen to my orders."
An unfamiliar tone and an unfamiliar expression. To Sodelor, Carter and Ruger, Roddy's current appearance was something they had never seen before. The usual indifferent laughter, the seriousness when commanding, and the encouragement after victory made them think that they were already familiar with this powerful commander. But now, they suddenly felt an invisible pressure. They realized that they had never really seen Roddy clearly.
"Yes!"
Carter swallowed his saliva. The Roddy in front of him didn't look much different from usual, but there was an indescribable sense of oppression in his gaze. Speaking of which, it was actually a kind of neurotic like a lunatic.
"We've been ambushed today, and our morale is a little low. We can all see that, but this won't do. The soldiers' will cannot collapse. We've killed more than 300 people, but we can't be scared out of our wits just because we've been chased for a few kilometers. Do you understand? "
His words, which sounded like he was talking to himself, made the three a little nervous. This was an unfamiliar Roddy. His tone didn't have the usual indifference, but was filled with madness and confidence.
"You, go out now and tell them that the 70 or so Wolf Riders aren't invincible. We don't have to be afraid of them, and we can still win. Win, do you understand? Just like what we did before, just like what we did with the 300 orcs we killed. We did that, and we can do the same next. So go out now and tell them one by one. Tell them these things and play your role, do you understand? "
"Yes … Yes! Understood! "
Carter only hesitated for a moment before choosing to believe in Roddy. He turned around and left the tent, disappearing into the rain.
Turning his gaze to the two captains in front of him, Roddy continued to order in an unquestionable tone, "Sodelor, Ruger, gather everyone in an hour."
He reached out and picked up the map that was no longer usable because of the water stains. His gaze stopped on the dry words "Death Swamp", and then he took a deep breath. He gently tore the parchment into pieces and scattered them on the ground.
"Throw away all the useless supplies, take off your armor, and throw away your weapons … We're counterattacking the Cossack Village."
Amidst the roaring thunder, the stunned Sodelor and Ruger received such an incomprehensible "combat order" in the fourth hour after they ended their escape.
…
After noon, the rain in the Cossack Village gradually stopped.
The atmosphere in the village was a little gloomy. The soldiers who originally lived here were working overtime to slaughter the cattle and sheep that were used as food reserves. They consumed such a large amount of fresh meat just to let the wolf riders and warg wolves, who had huge appetites, have a second meal.
From this, one could see the "value" of the wolf riders. Training a qualified wolf rider was secondary. Just the meat that these wolves had to eat every day was much more expensive than the grass-eating warhorses.
And looking at the sky that was gradually stopping rain, Sarota's face was particularly gloomy at the moment. Today's plan that he was confident in had failed. Naturally, he could not avoid the anger in his heart. "Group Bloodlust" was a powerful auxiliary witchcraft that Sarota often used in tribal wars. In all the battles that happened in the past five years, this area of effect witchcraft made the Orcs of the "Hammer of Rohar" almost invincible. But now, this spell did not allow the wolf riders to stop that group of damned humans. This made him feel a strong sense of defeat.
He knew the weakness of the wolf riders, so he set up an ambush. But he did not expect the other party to see through the ambush in advance and retreat decisively — if the other party was even a step slower. Perhaps in the end, it would not be as fruitless as it was now.
But as frustrated as he was, Sarota still decided to let the soldiers go back after a full meal. He did not expect that group of humans to have a fever and come back here again. So looking at the sky that was no longer raining, he felt that it was about time to leave.
"Sodelor, you go the other way and directly inform Chief Rohar of what happened here today. I will return to the village and wait for you at night with the new order from the chief."
Picking up his cane, Sarota assigned tasks to the students beside him. The conflict with the "Bloodspear" tribe could be big or small. With the news from his side, Chief Rohar would probably not fight to the death with Chief Sack. Just as he was thinking this, he saw a hesitant look on Sodelor's face.
"Teacher. But — "
"I know you are unwilling, and so am I. Those humans are cunning beyond imagination, but in the end, they do not have much strength. I originally thought that they would be true warriors, heh … I did not expect these humans to be like rats. This failure should be blamed on me. If I had followed the team to attack, they would definitely not have been able to escape — but Sodelor, you should also understand that my complaints are only for you to hear. A true warrior will only use action to prove his strength. "
Sarota did not find an excuse for his failure. Sodelor gritted his teeth and finally nodded heavily, saying, "If I find a chance, I must cut off their heads and offer them to teacher!"
"Heh. They should be offered to Chief Rohar, not me. "
Although he said so, Sarota's gaze was quite satisfied. He waved his hand, indicating that Sodelor could leave. The latter immediately turned and left, riding the wolf and taking the lead to the center of the tribe.
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